It wasn't going to solve anything. Wouldn't change the argument that was still waiting to finish, wouldn't change the fact that no matter what he said, Poe was still getting into a cockpit in the morning. But that didn't change the fact Finn kissed him like he could force Poe to stay, to understand, through that alone.

Poe was grasping at his shirt, but didn't seem to have much inclination to move, so Finn released his shoulders. One hand moved to the back of his neck, grabbing hard enough to pull hair and bruise, while the other went to the bottom of Poe's bloodstained shirt, tugging it aside enough for his (still freezing cold, from handling steel in a cold, metal room only a minute before) hand to press against Poe's abdomen.